The World of the PhantomIn sleep he sang
to me
In dreams he came
that voice which
calls to me and
speaks my name
And do I dream again for now
I find
The Phantom of the Opera is there
inside my mind...
The Phantom of the Opera

Nighttime sharpens,
heightens each
sensation.
Darkness, stirs and wakes imagination.
Silently the senses abandon their defences...
The music of the night

How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable.
So condescending unnecessarily critical.
I have the tendency of getting very physical.
So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle.

You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here.
This trouble vision I was seeing is finally clear.
You want to stay but you know very well I want you gone.
Not fit to funkin' tread the ground I'm walking on.

When it gets cold outside and you got nobody to love.
You'll understand what I mean when I say:
There's no way we're gonna give up.
And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams.

Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder to breathe.

What you are doing is screwing things up inside my head.
You should know better you never listened to a word I said.
Clutching your pillow and writing in a naked sweat.
Hoping somebody someday will do like I did.

Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder to breathe.

Does it kill
Does it burn
It is painful to learn
That it's me that has all the control.

Does it thrill
Does it string
When you feel what I bring
And you wish that you had me to hold...